I had no idea what he planned to do to me, but I certainly knew what I wanted him to do to me--with my pussy so exposed, all I could think about was having him touch me with his long, thin fingers.
The long periods of strictly enforced orgasm denial always had the effect of making me forget exactly what having my pussy touched even felt like, and when I finally got to have pleasure again, I was inevitably astounded by exactly how good it felt.
All you're good for is giving me pleasure, because you are nothing but my fucktoy," and on the last word I felt the intense rush that only came from having my mouth filled with his cum.